The next couple of weeks, Clyde was on guard against Harold's father Christopher, waiting in his mansion for him to strike at any moment now, but he was surprised when he saw that there nothing happening on his end. Clyde had to make sure with Arthur that they were monitoring the same annoying man from the past two months that he was actively blocking him in any way possible.
"What happened to that old man?" Clyde couldn't help but ask. Arthur who looked up from his tablet, met his gaze with a serious look on his face.
"He must have some misunderstanding with his lovely son, either that or he just started to go sane... in a good way, maybe," Arthur said and he went to his table to sit down comfortably on his reclining chair.
